its just dinner,
a quick bite,
so i tell myself.
i cant even do that right.

so now i sit and think of all the things i could have done
differently.
maybe youre all right,
maybe i am crazy.
crossed wires,
short fuses,
and the like.
maybe i just cant get over
you.

maybe
this fishbowl is shrinking,
and im suffocating,
with no more room
to grow.
just swimming about

aimlessly
since you left.